Children's Poetry Prize
The Jewish Book Council organises an annual poetry competition in the run-up to Jewish Book Week.
Two categories of prizes are awarded for those in school years 3-4, and those in years 5-6. The first prize in each category is a £40 book token, with £20 tokens for the runners-up. Schools that send in more than 50 entries win book tokens of £50.
The 2012 competition was all about ALIENS. It was judged by a panel that included performance poet Francesca Beard and poet Eve Grubin. Winners read out their poems at the Jewish Book Week children's Day at the Jewish Museum on 5 February and received their prizes at an afternoon tea on 30 April.
The 2013 competition will open in autumn 2012 to students at Jewish primary schools across the UK. Entry forms will be downloadable from this page. The winning poems are published below, with tips for budding poets of future years.
2012 Winners
Winners of the Jewish Book Council 2012 Children's Poetry Prize with Elaine, Lady Sacks, London, 30 April 2012. From L to R Kate Greenberg (Kerem School); Lucy Morris (Moriah Jewish Day School); Talia Knoble-Gershon (Kerem); Rozalia Oppenheimer (Individual entry) and Vanessa Dwek (Matilda Marks-Kennedy School). Photo by Mekella Broomberg
2012 Winning Poems from Years 3 and 4
First Prize: Vanessa Dwek – Matilda Marks
MY ALIEN BROTHER
He screams
He bites
He pulls down your tights
He’s small
He sleep talks in the middle of the night
He makes strange noises
He speaks a strange language
He jumps on you when you don’t expect it
He plays with girls’ toys
And should live on the moon !!!
Second Prize: Lucy Morris – Moriah
A LOVE POEM BETWEEN TWO ALIENS
Dear Merx
I really miss the way you put your tentacle round my shoulder.
The way in the morning you wipe slime off my face.
When you look at me with your three big eyes.
Dear darling Lerca
I also miss all the lovely things you do for me too.
Especially when you flew me in a giant cocnut
And when lots of slime came out of your ears.
Dear Merx
I got your letter
It is very sweet I really hope you get this letter.
I am coming home really soon maybe if I come home early (I might arrive tomorrow night)
And by the way don’t bite your tentacles.
Dear Lerca
Will we be together for ever ?
I miss you so much will you marry me ?
I am really excited for you to come home tomorrow
I am also looking forward to you wiping the slime off my face.
Please come back soon so we can be together.
Third Prize: Rozalia Oppenheimer – Individual entry
ALIENS
Hairy, scary,
They are unnecessary.
Aliens!
Sticky toes and 30 eyes,
They have more than 100 lives.
Aliens!
They’re not clever, they’re not bright,
But they can give you a terrible fright.
Aliens!
Their houses; creepy, dark as sin.
On planet earth they make a din.
Aliens!
But we are cruel, we are mean,
Our atmosphere is not to clean,
We stuff the earth with much pollution,
We must find a good solution.
Humans!
2012 Winning Poems from Years 3 and 4
First Prize: Kate Greenberg – Kerem
ALIENATED I
I am sitting
On a chair
A wheelchair
My head rested on a side
I look at the world I am not sure of
And as I speak to you
My eyes are welled up
With tears.
A mirror is embarrassed
To copy me
I am not proud
I am an alien
I do not belong
Anywhere.
There are others like me
Who do not belong
My mother pushes me around
I hope I am no worry
But even to her
I wonder
Am I a pain?
I look different, disabled
And I am.
But inside
I am hurt and wondering
Why did He make me
A disabled person
A victim of illness
Why am I alien ?
Second Prize: Talia Knoble Gershon – Kerem
AM I AN ALIEN?
I am a Jew but sometimes I think I am not.
I know I should persevere
But I cannot.
My days are forlorn
I am grouped as different
But not the good different, the nasty different.
My talit, a shade of white hanging from my trousers
My kippa as circular as can be
My payot framing the side of my face
Everyone knows I am a Jew
Because of what THEY see
But now, I wonder who I am?
I am not what I used to be,
Am a Jew but sometimes I think it’s easier not to be
This not my own home
I feel like I am an alien living in a foreign land.
Third Prize: Hannah Kisner – Moriah
A LONELY, DEPRESSED ALIEN
An alien, a lonely, depressed alien,
Plodding around, kicking rocks because of boredom.
He wants to play, but he’s not allowed.
He wants a friend, but he’s not allowed that either.
He either gets screamed at to go away,
Or chased by aliens, who just don’t appreciate him.
He’s like any other alien.
Why is he treated differently?
An alienated alien, a stranger, he thinks.
_________________________________
Thinking of trying your luck next time? Here are some tips for entrants from poet Jacqueline Saphra:
*Look around you and pay attention to what you see and how it makes you feel. Listen to the voices in your head.
* When you start writing your poem, don’t be afraid of being silly or weird -often the craziest thoughts are the most interesting.
* Remember to read your poem out loud to yourself as you’re going along. The way a poem sounds is just as important as the meaning of the words.
2011 Winning Poets
First Prize – Years 3-4
Ellia Walker
“Machines”
A plumber called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away
The gurgling of the machine washing
The television is making
A crash bank and whooshing noise
Of a car braking
A beep beep of the oven timer
The hissing of the grill
The ringing of the phone
The alarm of the watch on the wrist of a man called Bill
A drone of the lawn mower
The music of the sky
Thealking on the radio
A child with a computer about to cry
Second Prize – Years 3-4
Lucy Nesbitt
The Baby machine
The machine spins its wheel,
Whistens splat and flatters spin,
Levers pulling side to side,
Dacarydoo dooby doodoo,
Levers still pulling from side to side,
Glang ding bang and ding,
People seeing what is happing now,
Dinging and flinging up and down,
Stick bones and skin and put together,
Dr Mikedoo still gadding about,
Long stick bones and fingers put together,
Dr Mikedoo still gadding about,
Everything else put together.
Figured mikedoo doo alright
Baby coming out crying all night
Third Prize – Years 3-4
Phoebe Johnson
The Anchovie Time Machine
The shandle is as wobbly as a bit of jelly,
The tweel rushes and moves the sleever,
It twists the wire and pushes the cheever,
Ow as it pricks the chumpy stever,
The scog gturned and moved the loggle,
The machine whirs and weeeees down the cube,
It turns the tweever and starts to fly,
Flying in the air rushing past houses,
I am going through Tudor and Victorian times,
Gipes burst through the fuddle and dootle,
Then hit the flitch to sound the smutton
Automatic lever jumps onto the ground
I put myself in the machine then close the door bang!!!
I come out all fishy zippity zap!!!
The machine goes pow I am an anchovie
The year the date is 1260!
First Prize – Years 5-6
Avi Dayne
Mechanical Life
At the dawn of time, first of the circle, midnight of the start, G-d created the
homo sapiens. Jumble, sacred and fierce mechanism, created other
mechanisms, started from Stone-Age … to now, the future. We have learnt
so much from domesticating animals to the seven deadly sins, gratitude and honesty, to intelligence, myths and legends, to fortune telling and so much more, yet … the world has not come to an end. We are machines, machines have created us, and we have created machines. We as humans have learnt one of the most important things in life, respect and culture. Even machines can cope with that.
Second Prize – Years 5-6
Reuben Rabstein
I AM A WASHING MACHINE
I am a world washing machine.
I am a washing machine gone mad.
I am washing the green out of the leaves.
I am washing the red out of the traffic lights.
I am washing the blue out of the sky.
I am making the world a darker place.
What have I done?
I am a horrible piece of metal.
I am an awful machine and I have ruined the world.
Tied Third place – Years 5-6
Lily Sidnick
The Heart
A blood pumper
An energetic prisoner
A rhythm beater
A moving muscle
A matter of life and death
Tied Third place – Years 5-6
Katie Wiseman
Heart
A menacing moaner
A blood flusher
A pipe sucker
A life giver
A song hunter
A loud thumper
That’s what goes on in my heart.
2010 Winning Poets
Congratulations to the winners of our 2010 Poetry Prize competition who were announced at Jewish Book Week.
"Monsters" obviously inspired budding poets. We had a record number of entries: 690 judged by Jacqueline Saphra, Alexander D Great and Lady Elaine Sacks who hosted the annual tea party.
Prize-winning Poems – JBW 2010
First Prize – Shelley Feldman: Menorah Primary School – Years 3-4
I Wish I had a Monster
I wish I had a monster as my own little pet
Although I would be worried if he ever needed a vet.
My monster would be secret, I’d keep him hidden away,
I’d put him under my bed if someone came to stay.
We would go out together when it is dark,
Swinging together alone in the park.
I will knit a red jacket to keep his spikey body warm
And a matching hat to protect him from the storm.
I will teach my monster a special trick,
That when he is happy all three eyes will flick.
I will hold one of his five hands,
And together we will have adventures in magical lands.
Second Prize – Mia Yaniv: - Hertsmere Jewish Primary School – Years 3-4
The Snufflegus
I have a secret monster
He is so special to me
He looks very scary
But he is as sweet as can be !
His face is like a big round moon
His body is like a huge wide house
His ears are like a scruffy old elephant
But he’s as gently as a mouse !
He looks through his elbows
And speaks through his eyes
He smells through his feet
Which takes people by surprise !
He feels with antennas
Which are on top of his head
He tastes with his hands
And it all tastes like bread !
We like to go to the park
And play on the swings
We also like the beach
To pick up shells and things !
I love my monster Snufflegus
He is so special to me
He looks very scary
But is as sweet as can be !
Runner-up – Milly Flaum: Moriah Jewish Day School – Years 3-4
A Monster on the Loose
Something frightening emerged from my bed
A murderous monster arrived from the dead
It showed its truly terrible claws
And I couldn’t look at his slimy jaws.
He wanted to frighten a small child
But then he just got TOO WILD !
Lots of people screamed with shock
When the monster gave a knock.
I hurled a tattered old shoe
Into the monster’s mouth of goo
Blood spurted out and he froze fast
Finally, the monster dead at last.
First Prize – Leanne Harris: Hertsmere Jewish Primary School – Years 5-6
Monsco – every bite helps !
In the monster shop, we sell anything:
Monsters fears, one hundred spiky ears,
Pointy claws, lumpy jaws,
Human soup, monster gloup,
Googly eyes, monster shaped pies,
A million slimy tongues, monster shaped lungs,
Locks of leg hair, a monster type dare,
Worn out toes, an upside down nose,
Knobbly knees, mushy monster peas,
Wicked brains, zig-zag veins,
Monster feelings, green skin peelings,
Floppy arms, a monster’s charms,
Ripped cells, blood filled wells,
We sell anything here !
Second Prize – Eliana Parkinson: - Moriah Jewish Day School – Years 5-6
Pollution in China
He envelops the city in his grey arms
He gobbles up the sky,
And gulps it all down his chimney like neck.
He absorbs the sun whilst eating the moon.
He suffocates the nature.
He smothers the world with his petrolish breath.
He falls lower and lower then cages you in.
He throttles the planet and everyone on it.
He hiccups out the clouds.
He’s as smog as the sky.
He smokes over China !
Joint Runner-up – Lior Carno: Kerem School – Years 5-6
Man or Monster
Broken
Victim of war.
Forced to drive a tank,
Forced to load a gun,
Forced to shoot
Forced to kill.
Soul covered in thick black tar.
I am a murderer,
A monster for all to see
But I am still a human.
It’s not about what I do,
It’s about who I am.
Joint Runner-up – Emma Scott: Hertsmere Jewish Primary School – Years 5-6
The Ostipopulator
It was a couple of years ago,
I was eight,
And I was licking my ice-cream,
At the fete.
All of my friends
Started to run away,
I was confused,
Didn’t know what to say.
Then there it was,
That’s what I saw,
A giant monster,
Behind the door.
It was ugly,
In all ways,
Not brightly coloured,
But in shades of grey.
The glaring eyes,
The horrible grin,
The facial expression,
The scaly skin.
The pointy elbows,
The wobbly knees,
It probably was,
About to sneeze !
But no, oh no,
No it didn’t,
Maybe I’ll tell you,
Or perhaps I shouldn’t ?
Okay I will,
The monster drew a breath,
It coughed and exploded,
What a horrible death.
My friends returned,
About 10 minutes later,
Asked about the goo !
It was the Ostipopulator.
2009 Winning Poets
The winners were announced at Jewish Book Week by Lynne Reid Banks and Adele Geras on Sunday 1 March.
Lady Elaine Sacks hosted the annual tea party for all the prize winners and we were lucky to have gorgeous weather.
The winners are:
Years 3-4 - First prize:
Louis Kaye – Moriah Jewish Day School
FROG
It has four flippy floppy feet,
And some sensitive skin.
It has a lovely long tongue,
but not such a long tail!
Some of them are as green as the algae in the swamp.
Their throat is like a big balloon
 Slowly being blown up.
Their skin is as squishy as a ball of goo.
When they are scared,
They go concealed under a rock.
Their tongue launches out of it’s mouth,
Like a rocket going into the air.
When their legs separate while swimming,
It is like an expectant turning into a flower.
Years 3-4 - Second prize:
Oliver Jay Lesser – Bury and Whitefield JPS
THE SPHINX
Near the pyramid lies the sphinx,
It never eats and never drinx,
And no one knows just what it thinx,
But when the old bell chinx,
It sometimes smiles and sometimes winx.
Years 3-4 – Third prize:
Abigail Pearlman – Hasmonean Primary School
THE ZEBRASAUR
The zebrasaur is very nice,
His favourite food is curried rice.
He always goes to bed at ten,
And cuddled up with his toy hen.
He does everything without a moan,
He never did like to groan.
He is really kind,
How can I help is always on his mind.
He is still alive to this day,
And has never complained in any way.
Years 5-6 – First prize:
Yoav Levinson – Kerem School
THE DOVE
Feathers white as snow
Innocent as a new born baby
Make peace between people
Completely fresh – newly printed untouched paper
Paper – fresh snow.
 You, a peace sign
Make peace for the world
Sitting on paper you see
You see a rubber
You see a rubber preparing to erase you
Erase you forever and ever ….
And you fight
With feathers flapping in the heat
For the peace that you pray
Will one day come.
Years 5-6 – Joint Second prize:
Becky Collins - New North London Synagogue Religion School
A game of cat and mouse
The cat pounced, dragging its prey across the floor.
The soldier slammed his rifle butt through the wooden door.
The mouse gulped down his last breath, the air was filled with tension, the air
was filled with death.
No one stirred in the mouse hole, the cat lay purring on the rug.
Hitler sat at his desk drinking tea from his mug.
The mice gave birth to tears, whilst the Jew’s cries reached G-d’s ears.
The mice ran freely alongside a railway track.
 A train came by, a girl started to wimper.
Trapped like cattle not knowing of their future.
The mice were in the Officer’s hut eating bread and honey.
The Jews were in the gas chambers, not knowing what was to be.
The mice ran away as a tall man came in.
His boots stamped heavily on the floor ringing in their ears.
He came for no purpose other than to get way.
“A silly game of cat and mouse”, cried the soldier in despair.
His face was full of burden; his eyes were full of fear.
No one knew who was free.
The mice or the Jews, or you or me! Zoe Abrahams - Moriah Jewish Day School
Dog
Back scratcher
Cat catcher
Lead tugger
 Toy mugger
Carpet muncher
Bone cruncher
Night yelper
Accident helper
Hare chaser
Rabbit racer
Paper ripper
Pond dipper
My dog Sandy!
Years 5-6 – Joint Third prize:
Charlotte Selwyn – Hertsmere Jewish Primary School
Ellie the dancing Elephant
Mum: Ellie, come quick ! You’re going to be late for school,
Dancing around your room all day, you won’t get in the pool !
Sister: Your dance competition is nearly here, practise, practise now,
All your moves and fabulous turns, you have to beat the cow !
Ellie: Mum, I’m so nervous, the pig’s going to win,
I can’t get my hopping right, never mind my spin !
after the competition
Ellie: Dad, I lost. Giraffe won the cup,
All the hard work I put in, I’m so fed up !
Dad: Well, young girl, you must face your fear,
Don’t be so down. There’s always next year ! Mira Trenner - Belsize Square Synagogue Religion School
I am an Elephant
I can raise my trunk high
And shower myself in sparkling dew
I can flee to the river
And they chase me.
They want my crowning glory,
They want my glistening, ivory tusks.
I am in the distant forest
I must be safe now
Then the sleek white lion arrives
I am grey and cumbersome
I stand no chance.
I am an elephant.
2008 Winning Poets
The winners were announced at Jewish Book Week by Caroline Lawrence on Sunday 24 February .
The judges included Elaine Sacks (Chair) children’s author Andy Stanton and poet Jacqueline Saphra.
Thank you to all those who entered –we had over 500 this year- so if you didn’t win it doesn’t mean that your poem wasn’t fantastic. It probably was and you should enter again in 2009.
Below is a picture of the tea party which Lady Elaine Sacks hosted for all the prize winners and all the prize-winning poems.
Prize-Winning Poems
Year 3-4
Rebecca Alexander, Moriah
2nd Runner-up
Ice is like white fairies drifting down to the ground
Chilly cold crystal colourless
Melting menacing wintry white,
Going to find snowflakes in the snow
“I’ve found one!”
“It’s so shiny!”
Water is blue glitter moving quite slowl,
Flowing sinking flowing suspending.
Soft stream sweep spurt swimming
On oh my snowflake’s nearly a puddle…
“Come snowflake!”
Clouds are like people dressed as ghosts,
Moving murky cold shadows
My Snowflake’s disappeared,
“Where is my snowflake?”
It’s fun whatever the weather
Gemma Oberman, Wolfson Hillel
1st Runner-up
Puddle Drop
There was once a raindrop that landed on my nose.
It stayed there for days and days.
I got bored of it, it got bored of me
So during those dull and boring days,
I called it a name, Puddle Drop,
(not that it is a proper name of course ).
It and I did not get on very well.
People asked me “What’s that spot
At the end of your nose?”
“It’s Puddle Drop,” I replied.
Even today you can still see it
Hanging on the end of my
Nose. “Is it from that dull
and boring day? “ I whisper to them “yes”
In case anybody heard.
Rachel Sinyor, Wolfson Hillel
1st Prize
Under The Waves
Under the waves all sorts of things go on all the
Creatures sing their song.
Under the waves, under the waves.
Under the sea coral shakes, the fish swim and
The water sways from side to side.
Under the waves, under the waves, under the waves.
The dolphins dive dangerously down and the fish watch as they go.
Under the waves, under the waves, under the waves.
The octopuses float at the bottom of the sea
Under the waves, under the waves, under the waves
Year 5-6 Prize
Deborah Korn, Moriah
2nd Runner Up
The River Stream
The river starts off as a stream
It leaps down the mountain
It strides in to the valley
It links its hands with others
It gets wider, still,
Until it almost bursts its banks.
A cliff stands in its way
It tries to keep the river in its grasp
But it slips away
It bolts around the corner
Like a snake catching its prey
All of a sudden it’s a member
Of the club they call the sea.
So it joins the race
To get to the shore
This river started as a stream.
Lara Kay, Moriah
The Seas
The shimmering sea fiddles hour after hour
With the small, brown pebbles,
Before letting them drift slowly into
His wide, open mouth.
The stormy sea snatches the
Golden sand from the lonely beach
As his vicious, grey waves crash over
It again and again.
The salty sea listens carefully to
the passing fish as they whisper water
jokes to each other.
Jake Summerfield, Kerem
First prize
The first drop is magical
It paints a smile on the Israelis’ faces
The second drop is a saviour
It sploshes on the dry soil
The third drop is cheeky
It lands on the Rabbi’s beard
The fourth drop is a relief
It parachutes into the river
The fifth drop is a sign
It lands on the Kotel bricks
The sixth drop is a follower
But to thousands yet to come a leader
The seventh drop is a tear
A tear of joy –the rain has come.
2007 Winning Poets
The Poets
Years 3-4:
First Prize, Moshe Waxman, Broughton Jewish Primary School
Second Prize, Emily Kenton, Wolfson Hillel
Joint 3rd prize, Natalie Deller, Naima JPS and Sarah Carroll
Broughton Jewish Primary School
Years 5-6:
First Prize, Ella Grodzinski, Kerem School
Second Prize, Arielle Domb, Independent entry
Joint Third Prize, Tamar Haschel, Menorah Foundation and Gabriel Segall, Hertsmere
The Poems
First Prize
Moshe Waxman
Broughton Jewish Primary School
The Wild Colours
Blue is
A blue bell ringing to the Sun
Yellow is
An autumn leaf
Red catches
A bull eye with rage
Green grass
Is a cow’s prey
Orange is a mighty tiger
That can not resist a deer
White is the shivering
Snow drop
Second Prize
Emily Kenton
Wolfson Hillel
The Colours in my room
My bed is made of thick brown wood
With covers in pink, purple and wite
My bedside table is also brown wood
With my books and purple bedside light.
I have a long white bookshelf
With some pictures, teddies and a purple clock.
So many books of different colours,
And my secret diary with a silver lock.
My big white desk is in the corner
With my green desk chair which can spin
I have a pink CD music player
And a silver rack to put my CD’s in.
I’ve got a closet on one wall
Full of outfits in purple, blue and green
Along with socks, shoes and tops
There are pyjamas in yellow and tangerine
So long my friends
The poem is over so
Toodledo and I will see you later
Joint 3rd prize
Natalie Deller
Naima JPS
Blue is the Colour of….
Blue is the colour of water splashing around…
Blue tastes like cold ice feeling its way through me…
Blue is the colour of Tali’s eyes…
Blue is the sky in a sunset and the colour of rain drops.
Sarah Carroll
Broughton Jewish Primary School
Feelings
When I feel happy it’s like a
yellow lemon
And when I feel angry it’s like
dum blue
And now I’m lonely it’s blowing red.
And
I
Just
Forgot
Sad, sad is like dark black like
Night sky
Years 5-6
First Prize
Ella Grodzinski
Kerem School
Colours
What was he thinking
When he created the world,
And the blue of the sky and the sea.
What went through his mind
When he fashioned the flowers
And the blue of the sky and the sea
Did he smile when he made
The little white lamb,
Or the blue of the sky and the sea.
How could he think of,
The solid black of the night,
Or the blue of the sky and the sea
What power could shape,
The colours of the earth,
And the blue of the sky and the sea
And the blue of the sky and the sea
Second Prize
Arielle Domb
Independent entry
Noah’s Ark
Noah stares into the day
Only rain-an endless grey,
Colours gone, locked under sea,
Oceans forming gradually,
Leaden skies hover above
Only G-d will send the dove
Up so high it’s his delight
Reaches out, the dove’s in sight.
Crimson Hawks soar above,
Our g-d sent colour with love,
Lavender sparkles yellow lights
Opal fires, shimmer bright,
Under the heavens, vivid gleam
Rainbow promise fills our dream.
Joint Third Prize
Tamar Haschel
Menorah Foundation
The world is multicoloured
I could paint the whole world yellow
I could paint the whole world red
But red is a colour of blood and danger
So I might paint it pure white instead.
Perhaps I will paint the world purple
There’s a chance of me painting it blue
With all the various shades that there are
I’ll paint the sea and sky too.
I could paint the whole world orange
I could paint it the colour peach
It’s such a difficult decision
So I’ll use a bit of each.
The entire world is like a canvas
Each colour adds its own spice
It was really fun painting it
Next time I will need more advice
Joint Third Prize
Gabriel Segall
Hertsmere
Surfer on the Sea
On the ocean blue,
The waves come crashing to the shore.
The white seagulls hovering for fish,
And wanting more.
The little boy building golden sandcastles,
On the windy beach.
The climber stretches for a dark grey rock,
Just out of reach.
The surfer glides on white powered waves,
On his board so shiny and red.
Blue dolphins follow him, oh so brave,
While a grey shark swims ahead.
2006 Winning Poets:
Years 3-4
First Prize: Sam Rabin (Moriah Jewish Day School, Pinner) ‘The Mole’
Second Prize: Molly Kay (King David Junior School, Manchester) ‘Autumn is Here’
Third Prize: Francesca Hilton (King David Junior School, Manchester) ‘Autumn Poem’
Years 5-6
First Prize: Louisa Sober (Moriah Jewish Day School, Pinner) ‘Nature’
Second Prize: Ariel Tamman (Kerem School, London) ‘Nature’
Joint Third Prize:
Libby Viner (Moriah Jewish Day School, Pinner) ‘I am the Earth’
Yocheved Gehler (Menorah Primary School, London) ‘My Pets.’
The Poems…..
The Mole
Sam Rabin
Down in his burrow,
The mole lurks,
It turns summer
And he pokes his
Head out of the burrow
He stops, he hears the
Steps of the troubling dog
He fits his head back in, OUCH!
An insane boy treads on his burrow,
He pokes his head out again.
He steps outside and wanders
Like a lost soldier, he spies
On the juicy worm,
CRUNCH! One less
Worm in the world.
Suddenly he hears it,
The over-enthusiastic
Girl “Ma, Ma, look at that
Mole, isn’t he cute!”
He hides,
She’s gone,
He hears the,
Wailing owl,
He crawls,
Back to the burrow,
Steps inside.
All in a day’s work for a mole!
Autumn is Here
Molly Kay
Big and little leaves whirling around.
Going everywhere.
Not making a sound.
There’s so many colours like red, orange and brown.
And when they fall off the trees.
They twist and turn and go all the way down.
The days get shorter and the nights get long.
And when you hear the wind whistling.
It’s like a song.
In Autumn it gets colder.
The trees shed their leaves
And the wind becomes bolder.
Autumn is here.
And
I am another year older.
My Autumn Poem
Francesca Hilton
Autumn comes
Dull and dark
Howling winds pull apart
The lovely trees of summer.
Hovering like the seagulls
They zig zag down
Red, Orange
And Golden brown.
Multi coloured rain drops,
Fall from grey skies They dance and twirl
Before your eyes.
BANG! ZOOM! HISS! AND BOOM!
Fire works flash past your bedroom
The smell of burning fills the air
Hold a sparkler if you dare.
After autumn winds
Winter snow
Then spring awakens
And flowers grow.
Nature
Louise Sober
It’s not in my dog’s nature
To eat the pencil,
It’s not in my cat’s nature
To chase the dog,
It’s not in my fish’s nature
To do what I say,
It’s not in my rabbit’s nature
To swing on the light,
BUT they do it anyway.
Nature
Ariel Tamman
My teacher told me write a poem
About nature I thought disability My teacher thought not because it was
Not linked with nature I thought
Creation because that’s where nature
began. My teacher thought not
because too many others had done
it. I thought hard. What is nature? I
thought Nature is the crystal
mountains over looking the sky. I
thought nature is the blushing
blossom of the cherry tree. I thought
nature is the white rapid horses of
the sea rushing towards the sway
beach. My teacher said I write it
down, so I wrote about nature.
I Am The Earth
Libby Viner
I am the earth
With green leaves as my eyes,
I am the earth
With a tree as my nose.
I am the earth
With long roads as my hair,
I am earth
With a river as my lips
I am the earth
With countries as my teeth,
I am the earth
With sky as my body.
I am the earth
Who looks after you,
I am the earth
So please can you treat me well?
My Pets
Yocheved Gehler
There are so many creatures that I like to meet
Some of them are scary and some of them are sweet
My family never know what I’ll bring into the house
One day it’s a hippo, the next could be a mouse
Upstairs in my mother’s bedroom she found an armadillo
Fast asleep and snoring loudly on her silky pillow
My sister woke one day to find a very grumpy llama
She screamed so much it took us all, half a day to calm her
I went into the kitchen to make my dad some tea
I’m sure he doesn’t mind to have to share it with my flea
When my granny came to stay I took her woolly scarf
I thought it would look so cute upon my pet giraffe
My baby sister went to play with her very best toy
Only to find that my tarantula had had a little boy
All in all, it is really quite sad
That my interest in animals drives everyone else mad.
|
